It ain't the way you crawl across the Cathouse floorIt ain't the way you curse me when you slam thebedroom doorIt ain't the way you sweat me for a handful of easy cashIt's just the way you love me when you turn to trashTrash

It's not the way you dress when you socialize, ohthose eyesIt ain't the diamond rock or that Rolls you driveYou can walk the streets with all your uptown flash, such flashBut when you hit the sheets you just turn to trashYou're such trash

I love the way you lookYou're such a high class trampIt's not the way you touch me when you... ooh yeah

You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream And you're ripe at lastBut when you hit the sheets you just turn to trashTrash

I love the way you lookYou're such a high class tramp - oh like a trampIt's not the way you touch me when you... oohMake me understand - oh yeah

You're daddy's dream, you're a peach in cream And you're finally ripe at lastBut when you hit the sheets you just turn to trash

You know you're mighty coolYou know you're mighty wildCome on down here with that Penthouse smile

Trash - dirty baby

Maybe you went down low as you can getBeen dripping hard and put away wet - yeah Trash.

What you want, What you want, What you want, and got it.What you want, What you want, What you want, and got it.

Hey baby what's your name?Ah she's trash - uh ah - street trashHow low can you go?Low!My love is like a lollypopWould you lick it?All the way to the chewy center